Well we got a puppy. Against my better judgement, I agreed to adopt a dog, an 8 month old "labradoodle" to be exact. First of all, he's not a labradoodle, he's 16 lbs and is only going to get to 25 lbs MAX...that's not a labradoodle and it's even to small to be a mini. Second of all, we were promised he was crate trained and he's not even house broken. As much as I admire the mission of the rescue we adopted him from, I am more than irritated that we were mislead. Talk about stress and frustration. The only thing we've taught him so far (it's been 6 days) is "Sit" and he only listens when he wants to. Sometimes he answers to his name "Chief", but it's normally only if you add a "Y" to the end...so it's "Chiefy".
Needless to say, he's been signed up for puppy school and it starts on Tuesday, I can't wait to see what they tell us. Hopefully they'll have a suggestion for his barking (at shadows, TV commercials, other dogs, people, etc), his lack of potty training, ways to crate train him (being that we now have TWO crates) and his 'play biting' as the vet so affectionately called it.
I keep thinking about the 15+ years that I begged my mom for a puppy and she kept asking "Who's going to take care of it?" and she only gave in when my brother found a gorgeous show quality Wheaten Terrier that needed a home and he was TRAINED (really) did she give in. Once again, she knew what she was talking about...
Opinions about life from a 20-something Jersey Girl who's working and playing in NYC.
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Literally a One (Wo)Man Show
Golfer left this afternoon for a certification class in Port St. Lucie, FL which means I'm by myself until Thursday. I've already dumped all of his clothes out of the bins he's been living out of and folded all of the 'whites'. Tomorrow I'm hanging all of the 'hang-ables' and then Wednesday I'll fold the rest of it. It's amazing how much bigger this place looks with clothes in their proper homes.
I know I've said time and time again that I'm not his maid, but It's been 9 hours and I'm already losing my mind and the laundry has been done for two days and the apartment is spotless. I also can't shop, because I have no job, so the only thing I can do that makes me happy is workout and organize. I already worked out today, and don't want to become a gym-rat psycho, so I'm not going back today...so organize I will.
The kitchen could use some organizational work...maybe I'll do that tomorrow...after I do my daily job searching and applying, because for Christmas' sake, I need a life!
I know I've said time and time again that I'm not his maid, but It's been 9 hours and I'm already losing my mind and the laundry has been done for two days and the apartment is spotless. I also can't shop, because I have no job, so the only thing I can do that makes me happy is workout and organize. I already worked out today, and don't want to become a gym-rat psycho, so I'm not going back today...so organize I will.
The kitchen could use some organizational work...maybe I'll do that tomorrow...after I do my daily job searching and applying, because for Christmas' sake, I need a life!
Friday, June 7, 2013
"Lonely, I'm so lonely" - Akon
I have been living in Miami for 19 days and I think I've cried 50% of those days. Not because I'm sad, or I don't want to be here...I love my boyfriend and I think this is what I needed to do to make sure this is the relationship I want to be in for the rest of my life. But I cry because I'm lonely; I miss my mom, I miss my dog and I miss having friends and neighbors. I go to the food store and Target once a day just to talk to the deli clerk and the checkout people (well I talk to the ones who understand English, which actually only encompasses 1/3 of the employees in these stores). I even got a library card, just so I can go sit at the Kendall public library and hopefully meet a friend in the fiction section.
I knew this would be a difficult experience for me, I just don't think I realized how difficult. I feel like my support system that I've had for the last 26 years is so far away and the people I would vent to over a drink are non-existent anymore, the people who would tell me that these feelings are normal, and I'll find a job soon are MIA. There are people that were at my going away party who I haven't talked to in 3 weeks since the party. And I don't know how to "build" a new support system and it's becoming extremely frustrating. I feel like it's only going to get worse when Ryan goes for his certification tests next week...then I'll really be alone. And it's hurricane season...this is a recipe for disaster.
Hope you're all having a fantastic Friday...since the sun is out, I might run over to the pool...by run I mean take a 1/2 hour to put on sunscreen, put on a bathing suit, grab a towel and grab a book just in time for one of the many daily FL downpours (can you tell this happens often?)
I knew this would be a difficult experience for me, I just don't think I realized how difficult. I feel like my support system that I've had for the last 26 years is so far away and the people I would vent to over a drink are non-existent anymore, the people who would tell me that these feelings are normal, and I'll find a job soon are MIA. There are people that were at my going away party who I haven't talked to in 3 weeks since the party. And I don't know how to "build" a new support system and it's becoming extremely frustrating. I feel like it's only going to get worse when Ryan goes for his certification tests next week...then I'll really be alone. And it's hurricane season...this is a recipe for disaster.
Hope you're all having a fantastic Friday...since the sun is out, I might run over to the pool...by run I mean take a 1/2 hour to put on sunscreen, put on a bathing suit, grab a towel and grab a book just in time for one of the many daily FL downpours (can you tell this happens often?)
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